He eased the door open until he could clearly see her through the glass shower door. She was facing away from him, her hands running over her smooth skin as she rinsed the soap from her body. He took in the erotic site before his eyes: her legs, though short in length, were toned and beautifully sculpted; his cock twitched in his pants when he took in the sight of her full, round ass – how he couldn’t wait to touch it, to spank it, to fuck it; the swell of her substantial breasts was evident as she turned her body slightly; her porcelain complexion and shoulder-length, red hair that clung wet to her cheek was almost enough to make him completely lose control.
He eased his pants down, revealing his thick manhood, already semi-erect. As he tossed his shirt to the floor, he formulated in his mind how he would take her, then smiled slightly before moving swiftly and silently.
Meredith couldn’t help but picture Mike as she thought about touching herself; that’s when she heard a noise behind her. Before she could turn to see what it was, a pair of strong hands seized hold of her – one hand covering her mouth, stifling a scream; the other holding her tightly to his bare chest, his large hand partly covering her left breast. A new level of panic set in when she realized he was naked. Her mind raced for solutions. Her arms were pinned against her chest. She could try to push him against the wall with her legs, she thought. When she felt the swell of his manhood against her butt, she knew she didn’t have much time. His breath was hot against her ear as she tried to make sense of it all.
His left hand went from her mouth to her throat as Meredith gasped for air. “Please,” she croaked, “please.”
She heard him chuckle just before she felt him at her entrance, which was wet from not only the shower but from her earlier arousal. Her heart felt like it was going to explode in her chest, it was beating so hard. The man’s hold on her throat was absolute; there would be no escape. Her thoughts went to her daughter. Was she safe? Where was her boyfriend? Why hadn’t they heard the intruder? Meredith heard him grunt as his cock penetrated her body; she heard a groan escape her own lips when she felt the thickness of his cock splitting her wide. His girth was substantial, and she cursed her body for slowly accommodating his size. She wanted to scream out but she couldn’t. Instead, Meredith felt paralyzed as the man’s abdomen finally kissed her bottom and they stood motionless for a moment, his cock buried to the hilt.
He held her tight to him as he used her for his own pleasure. He was tall, and judging from the glimpse she got of his arm, athletic. He said nothing. The only sounds in the room were of the running water, the slap of skin hitting skin, his low guttural noises, and gasps of pain and pleasure escaping from Meredith’s lips. She hated to admit it, but there was a very small part of her that was drawing some perverse pleasure from the way his cock felt inside her and the way she had been taken like he couldn’t control himself – as if, in some strange way, she had some semblance of control over him – it was a foolish thought, but it helped her cope with the gravity of the situation. Meredith wished she had the strength to break free from him. When she tried to struggle from his grasp, he tightened his grip around her throat and waist and buried himself inside her, grinding his body against hers. His one hand still on her throat, the man ‘s other hand squeezed her tit, torturing her sensitive nipples, before continuing down her body until his fingers found her clit. She tried to fight the animalistic urges swelling from deep inside when she heard him speak for the first time.